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Dog Days in Hotlanta – Chapter 21: Warehoused

I don’t really get why warehouses still have so many human employees. As if robots can’t do the entirety of everything that’s done in these dreary places. But apparently there are still some tasks that cannot be automated, or at least for as cheaply as minimum wage. And that’s exactly the type of job that disaffected young men tend to take when they’re out of other options that don’t involve interacting with customers on a daily basis.

It’s hard to blame them. Customers tend to be awful, horrible people (yes, even you). It’s more fun to interact with a bunch of crates filled with stuff to ship than to pretend to be polite to some middle aged woman screaming in your face.

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